30. Hanrahan laments because of his Wanderings. Yeats, W. B. 1899. The Wind Among the Reeds

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

30. Hanrahan laments because of his Wanderings

O WHERE is our Mother of Peace
Nodding her purple hood?
For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
I would that the death-pale deer	5
Had come through the mountain side,
And trampled the mountain away,
And drunk up the murmuring tide;
For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood,	10
And our Mother of Peace has forgot me
Under her purple hood.